tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27870585030679947912014-10-04T19:09:21.343-07:00Wish I Was A FranciscanGotta love lifeElizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17127182956264186484noreply@blogger.comBlogger23125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2787058503067994791.post-12689901561748488212009-03-31T06:20:00.000-07:002009-03-31T06:57:41.251-07:00When no topic of interest occurs... the weather is an excellent choiceAs the title states, the weather is a great topic to choose when none others are available or perhaps when no 'nice' topics are available. If you've ever seen 'Sense and Sensibility' with Emma Thompson, you might remember the part when the three daughters and their widowed mother are coming back from a day with their relatives (My brain has gone a bit foggy with the names so please excuse me) and Margaret (the youngest) starts talking about a subject that her older sister finds distressing. Her mother says that if she has nothing nice to say, to please restrict her remarks to the weather.<br />I do have many nice things to say so i won't restrict my remarks to the weather but i shall start out that way, as we all must start at something, someday.<br /><br />A little while ago we had quite a few days every week where the weather was warm enough to go swimming at the beach. My brother and i enjoyed those days and took them whenever offered. Alas, those warm, sunny days are gone now only to be replaced with miserable, dull gray skies and rain. Not that I'm complaining! I love the rain! In fact it was quite good today when i spontaneously decided to go for a walk around the block and ended up getting very nearly soaked. The dull sky's have been great inspiration to a clouded mind such as mine... strangely enough the sunny, warm days seemed to have locked up my brain with a key i didn't have and now that the rain has come with early nights i've been given back the key and my mind is free to roam over every topic i find remotely interesting... including blogging. It's quite relaxing to be honest. I feel more at peace now than i have for a while... whether thats due to the weather or resolved problems i'm not too sure and i dont think i want to find out (it means more thinking - that's strictly forbidden in my house).<br /><br />Now my thoughts may wander...<br />There is something very interesting that my mother came across today that i'm so happy she decided to share with me... (this is mainly for Christians)<br />When someone comes along in our lifes that doesn't believe in God, yet their such wonderful people and we hold them with great regard, we tend to pray for them to see God in their lifes and come to realise Him. Yet an interesting point is that if we were to continue doing this with everyone in the world, we'd only be chipping through the cement block little bit by little bit. What do you want to do when there's a block in your drain? Do you want to sit there for hours picking out the indavidual blockage or grab a tool and yank the whole thing out? Probably not the best metaphore to use but i think you get the point.<br />There are so many powerful people in this world. They hold great influence over the rest of the population on Earth. What happens when more and more laws come in to stop God being mentioned? To stop 'Merry Christmas' being said and 'Happy Holidays' being your greeting? What happens when the athiests in charge set even more powerful athiests in charge? They hold such influence over the population of this world that many people will find themselves falling away from God and those that don't know Him will become more and more convinced that He doesn't exist.<br />Do you think, to break apart this cement block, we might have to aim for its core and not the outer crust? Wouldn't it be better to go at it with a pickaxe instead of a spoon?<br />Start praying for those people in power. Those in the media, presidents, prime ministers, billionaires with opinions. Pray for them to let God come through in everything. It will make a <span style="font-style: italic;">huge</span> difference to have a 'free country' rather than a 'God restricted' country.<br />America wasn't formed as a Christian state yet 80% of the youth say their Christian. 3/5 of them say that religion helps define who they are. What's going to happen to these people if God is completely irradicated from society? If he stops being mentioned and even worse, when he's not <span style="font-style: italic;">allowed</span> to be mentioned? The world is getting worse as the years progress and things are going to get worse before they get better. I think it would be better to strike the centre of the block and break it into little bits by praying for those people who hold 99% of the worlds money rather that chipping away at the edge of the block, praying for those indaviduals.<br />Don't get me wrong, we still must pray for the people we care about. We must still pray for those that need God in their lives but we can't just focus on them. We need to find the problem, and fix it. Like pulling out a weed; Get the roots, not the leaves. The leaves can <span style="font-style: italic;">always</span> grow back.<br /><br />God bless,<br />ElizabethElizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17127182956264186484noreply@blogger.com42tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2787058503067994791.post-71879504607462459862009-03-29T04:42:00.001-07:002009-03-29T05:11:42.487-07:00Before the endWell at least i'm making another post before the end of the month!!! I consider that an accomplishment!<br /><br />It seems every time i come to write a post my mind goes blank and i can't think of what to write and get excessively miserable. Then i decide to think of <span style="font-style: italic;">something</span> to write about and bring out the broom to clear everything out from the deepest darkest corners of my brain and find that something. Well... that doesn't always work so well because i come across quite a lot of things i'd like to share and yet can't take the time to write them <span style="font-style: italic;">all</span> out so i have to choose. What a dilemma... Today i have picked a certain topic to write about and if i stray from that topic then so be it... but it wont be intentional. ;)<br /><br />I have finally got a job! Finally!<br />I have been applying at every known place in this little town for months with no result. I have been praying for months and months and<span style="font-style: italic;"> months</span> for a job and no result until a couple of weeks ago... I'll start a few months ago (perhaps more. I think it was before Christmas) i applied for a job at a lovely restaurant/cafe near the beach (considering our town lies along the whole beach that's not saying much) and yet, no result. Then i will speed up to a couple of weeks ago on a lovely Wednesday afternoon after my brother and i had been to the library to play some chess. He walked off to his favourite store (eb games) to peruse the new xbox games and i met up with a friends sister. She looked a bit lonely and had just finished a long shift at work and asked me out for a coffee (knowing me, i couldn't say no). During our lively chat over iced coffees, mochas and ice cream, the topic of work came up. She worked at this little cafe/restaurant i so wanted a job at and offered to put in a good word for me with one of her boss'. The next morning my family head out the door and i receive a txt from Becca asking if i was able to come to the cafe/restaurant for a job interview. Naturally i was very happy and mum and i said a quick prayer, asking God to let this all go well if it was meant to be or let it finish quickly if it was not. I'm not the most confident of people so walking to a deserted part of the cafe/restaurant with Jody (boss) made me <span style="font-style: italic;">extremely</span> nervous. I thought i hid it well though and remained calm, keeping eye contact and smiling throughout the interview. I was asked to come in that saturday morning to see how i went with the other staff. No surprise, i showed up 15 minutes early and by the end of my shift i realised that it was not in fact as Jody had first said a 'day to see how i went' but in fact my first day at my first job. The day after my pay went in, mum and i went shopping. How could i resist... i bought <span style="font-style: italic;">three</span> new pairs of shoes! How wonderful it felt to be able to buy something with money that <span style="font-style: italic;">I</span> had earned for <span style="font-style: italic;">myself</span>. I had another shift last friday on a 37 degree day. It must have been at least 40 out the back where i was doing the dishes so when the bell rang i was the first to pick up the meals and take them to a table outside... but just as i was walking out, who should i see except my parents! At that moment i had a mental blank and completely forgot which table i was taking the meals to. Doubling back i checked the docket again and when i came back out my parents were seated at table 25 (other side of the cafe/restaurant to where i was taking the meals to). It was actually rather funny. I just need to remember the table number next time i come across my parents walking in to the cafe/restaurant so i don't look like a stone statue with a shocked expression clearly plastered across my face.<br /><br />Sorry for ranting on about this but its my first job and i'm so <span style="font-style: italic;">thrilled</span>!!! I have two more shifts this week and i can hardly wait.<br /><br />God bless,<br />ElizabethElizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17127182956264186484noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2787058503067994791.post-67699317976732531062009-03-10T19:59:00.000-07:002009-03-10T20:39:22.503-07:00Love<span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" >There is mostly one person in our lives to whom we hold closer than everyone else. This person will generally be someone you learn from, who inspires you, who you can trust and who you know loves you abundantly. For me, the person whom i hold closer than every human being alive, who has always been there for me and i hope always will be, is a woman who shows her love through every kindness possible, who radiates care and compassion, who strives to make my life easier and take away the pain however she can, who also gave me life:</span><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" >My Mother</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">This woman is the one for whom i would do anything, who's opinion is the only real one that matters to me, who listens even when she has so many errands to run, who can give the greatest hugs in which i feel so safe and reassured. Her love is the thing that keeps me going when i get so down i don't want to come out of my hole. being on the receiving end of her kindness is so wonderful it makes me think why God blessed me with her. She is the most beautiful (both inside and out), compassionate, loving, caring, giving, wise and most wonderful woman i know. To her i owe my life on countless occasions (including birth), my (what little i have) wisdom, my 'academic smarts', virtues, morals and my heart. It's not as sin free as she deserves but she has it</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">.</span></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" ><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" >Dear Mother, I love you.</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><br /><br /><br /></span></span></span></span></div>Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17127182956264186484noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2787058503067994791.post-85071219583945059702009-03-05T01:42:00.000-08:002009-03-05T02:24:24.401-08:00MarchAnother long time since i have last updated BUT i have a good excuse!!!<br />I have been redecorating my room in the shabby chic style... i'm very much on the white side with large floral prints and pale pinks. Makes it so much easier to relax which i must say i've needed these past months. It's amazing the insights you get as we walk along the road of life. I've had many lately but they take so long to explain when talking let alone writing.<br />One of the easier ones however is very easy to explain but not so easy to comprehend until you come to that very tall, wide and hard brick wall in life.<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Yesterday doesn't matter. Do what you can with today and make the most of it as though it were your last.</span><br />See? Very simple. It's always coming around in life, whether it be a quote in a book or a friendly voice telling you but it always seems to get lost... luckily for me it's always coming back around in my life. That's one of the reasons i've been refurbishing. You can sit in gloom (i call it gloom because my walls are brick and i hate brick for some reason... its so depressing) and take life as it comes without being truly happy OR you can get up, do something you might not want to with the end result making you extremely happy and a good sense of having accomplished something... i love that feeling though getting to that feeling can be a rather hard task i don't brave too often.<br />When things take a downturn, naturally you need the time to process whatever's happened and to pick yourself up again but the best help i've found to overcome grief or shock or some sort of strong emotion (besides happiness) is keeping yourself busy. Staying occupied with SOMETHING. Not only do you keep yourself from straying into the red zone but also accomplish something. I found that painting is a very good tool. The way the brush strokes back and forth across the surface of whatever your lathering paint over is quite soothing. Its easier to think and can help you process certain information. It's a good thing i found this out at 14! Should help later in life if i ever find myself in a sticky, miserable situation.<br />Ever had the feeling of tiptoeing around eggshells when suddenly you step on one and the room is so quiet the 'crunch' sounds like a cannon blast?<br />I think i just typed that to see how it sounds written down.<br />I've also been doing quite a bit of graphics editing lately. I used to hate GIMP with all the little buttons and tabs but once you take the time to learn what they mean (through trial and error. I don't like manuals) its an amazing piece of technology! The bad part is if you don't know anyone who understands what your talking about and can't appreciates the work and time that went into the picture but the end result (how i love saying that) is rewarding in itself i suppose. Like a 3yo who drew a picture and is eager to show it off to whoever happens to walk by... but noone walks by. POOR CHILD!!!<br />I guess teenagers can't get away with the puppy dog eyes. :(<br />Another thing i've found rather... whats the word... fun? no... rythmic! Another thing i've found rather <span style="font-style: italic;">rythmic</span> is making rugs. The ones where you plait together long strips of fabric then wind it round and round in a circle (or any shape really) and stitch it together. It's rather like knitting a square... one thing you have to keep repeating is quite often very good for the brain when already stretched to maximum. Not exactly the best idea to do something with an intricate pattern. If you miss a stitch you might explode.<br /><br />Speaking of stitches... i didn't receive any participants for the pay it forward so randomly picked out three people i know to send gifts too. One has already been sent out and i'm working on the second. Again: Something has been accomplished, completed.<br /><br />God bless,<br />blackberry swirls and custard are calling me,<br />ElizabethElizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17127182956264186484noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2787058503067994791.post-61281530120244194392009-02-15T23:20:00.000-08:002009-02-15T23:44:22.069-08:00Updates and SailingSorry i haven't written for so long. Time flies by too quickly.<br />I don't know if starting from where i left off would be a wise decision. This entry would be as long as one blog page is normally meant to be so i'll have to pick up elsewhere...<br />The heat has finally arrived in Esperance. We now have summer!!! My brother and I have been at the beach every day (including the extremely windy days when the waves are so strong they fracture ribs if you approach them at the wrong angle) and sometimes twice a day if we have friends come over. Speaking of friends i have a lovely one called Hannah. She had her 14th birthday party a couple of weeks ago. It was a lovely day but the fact that we got to go sailing made it unforgettable. Her brother and his best friend took us out in pairs (I went with my good friend Jesse). It was so fun having to duck under the mast and run to the other side when the boat was turning that i'm afraid i've fallen in love with boats/ships. Funnily enough my father and brother have been talking about getting a boat for a while now and i've been completely against it so Hannah and Jesse thought i wouldn't want to go out on the boat... and they were right. But not wanting to have to turn down a dare like i always seem to be doing, i went. Since that day i've been looking up the Leeuwin and Young Endeavour, trying to find out how old you have to be to go on them and how much it would cost me. I came across <span style="font-style: italic;">great</span> news; i'll be able to apply to go on the Leeuwin in just a few months. It costs $1450 but as long as i save from the job i've been hanging out to get, i'll be able to do it!<br />What great adventures seem to be ahead of me! Sailing ships and travelling Europe... i can hardly wait!<br />I'll come post another day when i'm not worrying about my brothers dentist appointment.<br /><br />God bless,<br />Elizabeth<br /><br />P.S. Did i mention the Leeuwin was harbored in Esperance for a few days? The beach provides a great view of it. Talk about timing... ;)Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17127182956264186484noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2787058503067994791.post-1260623106434846572009-01-06T21:34:00.000-08:002009-01-07T00:50:10.816-08:00Tunes of MacDonalds<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="font-family: times new roman;"></span></span>I'll skip right over the whole New Years part because it bores me almost to death having to write about the fireworks (which were actually amazing) and the new years resolutions.<br /><br />SO! A few days ago my bro, his friend and I went to the beach again. Guess who dropped by to play? Sam shouted out that there was a fin behind me, i immediately yelped and feared the worse, thinking 'The sharks are only out by the islands. They wouldn't come here!'<br />Sure enough i saw a large brown fin poke out of the water and then who should swim up to us and poke his (or her) head above the water to survey us? A seal! He (*cough* or she) swam around and around us, head poking out of the water and fins flapping happily! It was absolutely AMAZING! Of course then i had to go and step on a crab and have my toe pinched painfully (you would think i'd be able to see it... the waters clear enough).<br />Another bit of good news is that i got my Christmas present on monday! *grins happily* The furniture store decided to open again (i thought the day would never come) so dad and i drove off with boxes in the car to exchange them for the right bits. All in all, after a great deal of remarks along these lines: 'But thats not what the bit of paper says!' and 'What! there's three designs!' and 'Oh, that's just stupid!', we managed to collect the right boxes, discard the instructions and put together a rather lovely wooden bed. Its lower than my old bed so quite a few boxes now lay in the shed instead of in my (overcluttered) bedroom. I slept in quite late the other morning and used the excuse of 'I was just trying out my new bed.'<br />Have you tried playing a guitar? A piano? Both?<br />My goodness how <span style="font-style: italic;">easy</span> the piano is after attempting the guitar!!! I'm having trouble putting my fingers all the way around the neck ('neck' being the technical word for 'long thing on the end of the main round bit of the guitar' which only everyone uses except illiterate people like me who do yr 11 english courses in yr 10).<br />Did you get that? ^<br />Ok, in the amount of time i have been gone (yes i left in the middle of writing a post) i watched 40 minutes of a great movie, went shopping, picked up a parcel (which contains a sims2 expansion pack i've been hanging out for) and ate lollies and talked on the phone.<br />Yesterday i made a chocolate ripple cake (might post pic later) and due to my mother talking on the phone right next to the kitchen bench i walked off to my room to whip the cream... never before happened occurence by the way.<br />Sparky (the stepbrother of my sisters fiance) is coming to visit tomorrow so i think i'm making those ice cream things wedged inbetween the biscuits. My my my, do i detect a sweet tooth?<br />On saturday we leave for Denmark and the magnificent treetop walk and should be back in... a couple of days in which time we will have been to MacDonalds!!! Sorry, living in tiny little Esperance we have no MacDonalds so the thought of actually having rubbish food (delicious french fries and big macs) is absolutely thrilling! *hums to self* 'MacDonalds in a few days... MacDonalds in a few days...<br />We got my new school supplies today *grimaces*. The folder and textbooks and pencil case all match so that adds a little joy and excitement to the too-soon-coming beginning of school for 2009. The stationary aisle really is such a lovely place... if only i knew your name and address i would immediately send you a bouquet of newly sharpened pencils.<br /><br />God bless,<br />Elizabeth<br /></div>Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17127182956264186484noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2787058503067994791.post-16338377884531578512008-12-30T17:01:00.000-08:002008-12-30T23:01:39.215-08:00Random Title<div style="text-align: center;">My mother and father have been working hard with the plants. Mum got a garden for Christmas so shes been busy planting... well i'll let you go read at <a href="http://mariumregnumfamiliae.blogspot.com"><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);">mum's blog</span></a> if you haven't already.<br /><br />The sun is out and the beach is beautiful but due to my own stupidity i haven't been able to enjoy it (referring to getting sunburnt). Being inside makes you so miserable... well it makes me miserable anyway. <span style="font-style: italic;">I want the sun!!!!</span><br /><br />Anyone enjoying the after Christmas sales? Living in Esperance, with only a limited amount of stores, you don't come by the bargains you do in larger, more populated towns. *sigh*<br /><br />Pretty soon we'll be heading out to Denmark on a 'whole new whirlwind adventure.' As much as i'm looking forward to the treetop walk i keep forgetting how long till we leave, just like i'm forgetting how many days till i get my new bed. Hopefully i won't forget my camera and 10 packets of batteries when we go away.<br /><br />Ever read 'The Tales of Beedle the Bard'? It's quite a nice little book. Aswell as being pocketsized it has 5 of Beedle's short stories and personal notes by Albus Dumbledore. The cover is also quite intruiging.<br /><br />We packed up the Christmas tree yesterday... or was it the day before? See! I have a terrible memory! When in the middle of a conversation my good friend 'Frenchy' sometimes changes the topic immediately and says: 'Hi. I'm Dory.'<br />Lately i have been copying her line whenever i have forgotten something because i feel <span style="font-style: italic;">just like Dory</span>! So, hi. I'm Dory.<br /><br />God bless,<br />Dory<br />(i mean Elizabeth)<br /></div>Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17127182956264186484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2787058503067994791.post-21935879333191226342008-12-28T22:12:00.000-08:002008-12-28T22:18:02.249-08:00Pay it Forward reminder<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wN9J4z-89Rk/SVhra_gvypI/AAAAAAAAATs/qzskUC8TUnQ/s1600-h/pay+it+forward.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 152px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wN9J4z-89Rk/SVhra_gvypI/AAAAAAAAATs/qzskUC8TUnQ/s320/pay+it+forward.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285092274188831378" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />I signed up for <a href="http://myras-tactilepleasuresinfabric.blogspot.com/">Myra's</a> Pay It Forward exchange fun.</span><br /></div><span style="font-size:100%;"></span><p style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;">This is how it works:</span></p><p style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;"> Pay It Forward Exchange is based on the concept of the movie "Pay it forward".</span></p><p style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;">I will send a hand made gift to the first <span style="font-weight: bold;">three</span> people who leave a comment to this post on my blog requesting to join the <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"> </span>PIF exchange.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;">All the gifts will be made and posted out 'sometime within the next year'. How exciting to not know when your surprise package will arrive!<br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;">What you need to do in return, is <span style="font-style: italic;">pay it forward</span> by making the same promise on your blog. <span style="font-size:85%;"><span class="fullpost" style="font-size:130%;">This Exchange is only open to those with active websites or blogs.<br /></span></span></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;">I'd love for you to join me! Will you? Other comments are welcome, but only the first three will be my Pay It Forward recipients.</span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">God bless,</span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">Elizabeth</span></div>Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17127182956264186484noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2787058503067994791.post-22226221559539934732008-12-28T04:42:00.000-08:002008-12-28T05:59:24.397-08:00Sewing<div style="text-align: center;">Thought i might show some things i've made:<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wN9J4z-89Rk/SVeCV7lZMqI/AAAAAAAAATM/3qP_e8wztF8/s1600-h/S6300253.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 217px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wN9J4z-89Rk/SVeCV7lZMqI/AAAAAAAAATM/3qP_e8wztF8/s320/S6300253.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284836001025962658" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">(the bag not the flowers)<br /><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wN9J4z-89Rk/SVeCIEIpt4I/AAAAAAAAATE/biw6E_08fpA/s1600-h/S6300249.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 315px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wN9J4z-89Rk/SVeCIEIpt4I/AAAAAAAAATE/biw6E_08fpA/s320/S6300249.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284835762803160962" border="0" /></a><br />Small embroidery.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wN9J4z-89Rk/SVeBQVW44jI/AAAAAAAAASs/iiJC6239hQI/s1600-h/S6300242.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 302px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wN9J4z-89Rk/SVeBQVW44jI/AAAAAAAAASs/iiJC6239hQI/s320/S6300242.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284834805353603634" border="0" /></a><br />Cross stitch (mums Christmas present).<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wN9J4z-89Rk/SVeAk9s0YPI/AAAAAAAAASk/ffhYjlq7Gzg/s1600-h/S6300238.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 276px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wN9J4z-89Rk/SVeAk9s0YPI/AAAAAAAAASk/ffhYjlq7Gzg/s320/S6300238.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284834060268757234" border="0" /></a><br />Embroidery (started the other day, should be done very soon).<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wN9J4z-89Rk/SVeDfD12JTI/AAAAAAAAATk/_5Ci4fa_8CY/s1600-h/S6300263.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wN9J4z-89Rk/SVeDfD12JTI/AAAAAAAAATk/_5Ci4fa_8CY/s320/S6300263.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284837257372902706" border="0" /></a><br />Placemats (chicken for dinner?).<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wN9J4z-89Rk/SVeBl3SpgII/AAAAAAAAAS0/YtlAAT9p7PI/s1600-h/S6300245.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 292px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wN9J4z-89Rk/SVeBl3SpgII/AAAAAAAAAS0/YtlAAT9p7PI/s320/S6300245.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284835175239876738" border="0" /></a><br />Cot quilt.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wN9J4z-89Rk/SVeB50KQnTI/AAAAAAAAAS8/JKHDJ1lmm8s/s1600-h/S6300248.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wN9J4z-89Rk/SVeB50KQnTI/AAAAAAAAAS8/JKHDJ1lmm8s/s320/S6300248.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284835517996768562" border="0" /></a><br />Fascinating things these close-up shots.<br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wN9J4z-89Rk/SVeCjLOQs6I/AAAAAAAAATU/v27Hfn40Ohk/s1600-h/S6300258.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 278px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wN9J4z-89Rk/SVeCjLOQs6I/AAAAAAAAATU/v27Hfn40Ohk/s320/S6300258.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284836228562203554" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Wall hanging i haven't quite finished.<br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wN9J4z-89Rk/SVeC0jnNcpI/AAAAAAAAATc/NIW5rJEcZJM/s1600-h/S6300260.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wN9J4z-89Rk/SVeC0jnNcpI/AAAAAAAAATc/NIW5rJEcZJM/s320/S6300260.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284836527167074962" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Oh look! Another close-up!<br /><br /><br />God bless,<br />Elizabeth<br /></div>Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17127182956264186484noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2787058503067994791.post-62979536251964120112008-12-26T20:54:00.000-08:002008-12-26T20:58:17.995-08:00Merry UnChristmas<div style="text-align: center;">Merry UnChristmas to you… Merry UnChristmas to you… Merry UnChristmas dear (place name here)… Merry UnChristmas to yooouuuuuu!!!<br />*lots of applause*<br /><br />Christmas was a lovely day… amongst other things I got a beautiful gold sapphire ring which I keep checking every half hour just to make sure its still on my finger. I also got a beautiful wooden carved bed. It’s a short story but all in all I wont be able to switch the wrong boxes for the right boxes till next Monday. *sigh*<br /><br />Over Christmas we have been blessed enough to have lovely weather, just perfect to go swimming - which we did. My brother, his friend and I have been at the beach the past couple of days swimming in the beautiful clear water and having a marvellous time burying each other in sand. Sam and I didn’t realise till yesterday afternoon that we had gone the colour of tomatoes… sunburnt. The problem with Esperance is that there isn’t much pollution in the air at all so you get sunburnt very easily cause there isn’t any of that gucky stuff in the atmosphere to stop some of the whatsythingy rays from burning you. Wisely, were staying inside today and letting our very hot skin heal before heading back to the beach tomorrow (its such a chore having to stay away from the white sand and sparkling waters today).<br /><br />Christmas day Mass was wonderful! My friend Jess and her brother were Alter Servers with me so I didn’t have to do it on my own. *grins broadly*<br /><br />Do you think Jesus enjoyed his birthday? I know I did.<br /><br />Well well well (I know, three holes in the ground) the rest of the day is beckoning me. I best be off. Goodbye all! Have a marvellous day!<br /><br />God bless,<br />Elizabeth</div>Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17127182956264186484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2787058503067994791.post-50870875159877721942008-12-23T04:36:00.000-08:002008-12-23T05:31:56.092-08:00Jingle Bells... Jingle Bells...<div style="text-align: center;">My my my... how long has it been? Its two sleeps till Jesus' birthday!!!<br />So far almost <span style="font-style: italic;">all</span> the presents are done... i will write about it after Christmas as i don't want a certain member of my family to read this. I wonder who it could be?<br />Our Christmas tree is thriving this year! So far no dead branches, its a beautiful Christmas green (minus the fact its a fake tree)! The baubles hang so lightly on the branches and the lovely ornaments collected over the years with <span style="font-style: italic;">soo</span> much sentimental value now hang beside the flashing fairy lights wound around the tall tree... of course the part that really gets me are the wrapped green things sitting under it... not that i've paid that much attention to them... i think.<br />Only enough to take a few pictures...<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wN9J4z-89Rk/SVDmKlMdFCI/AAAAAAAAASM/gYLCNc3c1Jc/s1600-h/S6300154.JPG"></a><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wN9J4z-89Rk/SVDmKlMdFCI/AAAAAAAAASM/gYLCNc3c1Jc/s1600-h/S6300154.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 174px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wN9J4z-89Rk/SVDmKlMdFCI/AAAAAAAAASM/gYLCNc3c1Jc/s320/S6300154.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282975432363021346" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wN9J4z-89Rk/SVDmKlMdFCI/AAAAAAAAASM/gYLCNc3c1Jc/s1600-h/S6300154.JPG"> </a><br />But, you know... its not like i zoomed in or anything...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wN9J4z-89Rk/SVDneG-StAI/AAAAAAAAASc/tV-YZ6lIJus/s1600-h/S6300155.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 143px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wN9J4z-89Rk/SVDneG-StAI/AAAAAAAAASc/tV-YZ6lIJus/s320/S6300155.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282976867359568898" border="0" /></a><br />*cough* Anyways... to be getting off the topic of presents, here's a pretty decoration:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wN9J4z-89Rk/SVDnKQ4naKI/AAAAAAAAASU/YSOAqK560Rw/s1600-h/S6300164.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 194px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wN9J4z-89Rk/SVDnKQ4naKI/AAAAAAAAASU/YSOAqK560Rw/s320/S6300164.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282976526422730914" border="0" /></a><br />The nets about to go off so I best be going.<br />Merry Christmas to all! And to all, a good night!<br /><br />God bless,<br />Elizabeth<br /><br /></div>Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17127182956264186484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2787058503067994791.post-80207975621669577162008-12-10T20:37:00.000-08:002008-12-10T20:58:36.184-08:00Pay it Forward<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wN9J4z-89Rk/SUCdruCaN-I/AAAAAAAAASE/vSQuR3B5ke8/s1600-h/pay+it+forward.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 152px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wN9J4z-89Rk/SUCdruCaN-I/AAAAAAAAASE/vSQuR3B5ke8/s320/pay+it+forward.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278392137696294882" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;">This week I signed up for <a href="http://myras-tactilepleasuresinfabric.blogspot.com/">Myra's</a> Pay It Forward exchange fun.</span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"></span></div><p style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;">This is how it works:</span></p><p style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;"> Pay It Forward Exchange is based on the concept of the movie "Pay it forward".</span></p><p style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;">I will send a hand made gift to the first <span style="font-weight: bold;">three</span> people who leave a comment to this post on my blog requesting to join the <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"> </span>PIF exchange.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;">All the gifts will be made and posted out 'sometime within the next year'. How exciting to not know when your surprise package will arrive!<br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;">What you need to do in return, is <span style="font-style: italic;">pay it forward</span> by making the same promise on your blog. <span style="font-size:85%;"><span class="fullpost" style="font-size:130%;">This Exchange is only open to those with active websites or blogs.<br /></span></span></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;">I'd love for you to join me! Will you? Other comments are welcome, but only the first three will be my Pay It Forward recipients.<br /><br />God bless,<br />Elizabeth<br /></span></div>Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17127182956264186484noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2787058503067994791.post-49665111260148408582008-12-09T05:36:00.000-08:002008-12-09T05:41:31.414-08:00My Brother<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i36.tinypic.com/in7i49.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 276px; height: 408px;" src="http://i36.tinypic.com/in7i49.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />This is my brother! He got the leading role in Casino Royale!!!<br /></div>Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17127182956264186484noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2787058503067994791.post-80883664108129097922008-12-06T04:30:00.000-08:002008-12-06T05:21:59.822-08:00PRINCE CASPIAN!!!<div style="text-align: center;">Da... da... da da... da... da... da da.<br />Sorry, currently humming a favourite song. Where would this favourite song be from? Well, watch Prince Caspian and tell me what the second song is after the credits begin. Actually... first song after the credits begin is my no.1 favourite but aren't people allowed to have more than one favourite?<br />On the subject of music, i feel somewhat disadvantaged in this modern world of teenagers. Why is it that (what seems like) every teenager knows every song on every album by every artist ever released in the past 10 years (and more)?<br />This is where my overly used brain seems to leave me. I don't know what 'My Chemical Romance' most popular song was and i don't have the foggiest who 'The Used' are. Reason: I don't listen to music very often. The only time i <span style="font-style: italic;">do</span> listen to music is when i'm in the car or when i'm in my brothers room (he knows all about music by the way) and when i'm watching movies (the music playing when the credits begin). Why is it that the 21st century teenager listens to all this music? Why are they seen with headphones in all the time? I don't know the answers to these questions but there is something i do know...<br />When someone is listening to music, their attitudes change. If its a soppy song their more prone to cry and if its a heavy metal song their more likely to knock the chair over backwards when they get up and shout at you (notes taken from personal experience). So these 'kids' refuse to be told what to do by their teachers and parents and hate to be 'dictated' by them yet they let themselves be ruled by the music thats currently blaring through their ears.<br />*looks at ceiling* Teenagers...<br />So if one ever says, "I'm not being ruled my anyone!" or something along those lines, I smile and laugh inside.<br /><br />On another subject, i love PRINCE CASPIAN!!! Fantastic movie! Marvelous! Incredible!<br />Caspian and Peter had a ... well their teenage boys so fights <span style="font-style: italic;">do</span> occur.<br />I can't <span style="font-style: italic;">stand</span> Susan for some reason... The way she fights is awesome and i love her outfits but i just can't get to like her...<br />Lucy was as sweet as ever! Can't help but love her character.<br />The DLF... my favourite quote from the movie just happens to be his line:<br />"And you wonder why we <span style="font-style: italic;">don't like</span> you..."<br />But you have to see the movie to get it.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://filmgrenade.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/04/trumpkin.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 253px;" src="http://filmgrenade.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/04/trumpkin.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />God bless,<br />Elizabeth<br /><br />P.S. Remember that satan was in charge of the music in heaven (back in the days when he was good)? So doesn't it strike you as odd that so many people's moods are swayed by a simple tune?<br /></div>Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17127182956264186484noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2787058503067994791.post-4874101122311542962008-12-04T04:15:00.000-08:002008-12-04T04:24:34.844-08:00Santa ClauseThe Christmas season is upon us. As women hurry to the chocolate aisle, the children run to the toy store and the men go to get a magazine to read while the family runs wild. What a joy this is. At the present moment i am fully in the Christmas spirit and am positively enjoying the trolleys that automatically roll to one side and hit the green and red tinsel taped to the fruit and veg stands. As we all celebrate this joyous occasion of 50% off sales and crowded carparks, i thought i would make a picture and bring us all back to a solemn note to remember one of history's most famous men.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wN9J4z-89Rk/STfLHBg7ibI/AAAAAAAAAR0/P2LS1I_54cU/s1600-h/Santa+Clause.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 166px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wN9J4z-89Rk/STfLHBg7ibI/AAAAAAAAAR0/P2LS1I_54cU/s400/Santa+Clause.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275908810013903282" /></a><br /><br />Sorry children, Santa won't be coming this year. He had an accident (see 'Santa Clause 1' for details) and will be handing out gifts no more.<br /><br />God bless,<br />Elizabeth<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">P.S. This post was written in good humour.</span>Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17127182956264186484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2787058503067994791.post-40027211661263065592008-11-29T20:20:00.000-08:002008-12-01T00:36:13.226-08:00ExertAs I open my eyes to the sound of my mother, I hear her walk over to the window and push the curtains aside, letting rays of golden sunlight into my bedroom. I cringe at the blazing light and pull the blanket over my head. I hear my mother say something but it's only a mumble to me. She exits the scene and i return to my dreams.<br />I wake up to hear a voice in the hall. It's my mother. I unwillingly look at the clock and sit up, swinging my legs over the side of the bed and sleepily stand up, rubbing my eyes.<br /><br />That was written from a first person point of view but not from personal experience... i never get up that quickly the second time... Plus the sunlight is never golden. I don't get rays of sun like that first thing in the morning.<br />Actually that used to be true... i change my mind: It's written from personal experience. I get up of my own free will now and i don't get the sun. That isn't very much of an accomplishment is it?<br /><br />Change of topic:<br /><br />Here's a sample of what i can write...<br /><br />Edward unsheathed his long blade and held it before him, walking silently through the ever darkening woods. The tall trees around him rustled nervously, their green leaves moving back and forth in a warning manner. A twig behind Edward snapped loudly in the midst of the silent forest. He looked over his shoulder quickly to see a giant blur jump from the branches of a nearby oak and hurl itself toward him. As fast as lighting Edward stood up straight and swung his sword at the creature, cutting deep into it's left arm. It whimpered for a moment and took a step backwards, halting on the twig strewn ground, a hairy mass half the size of a full grown man with beady red eyes staring out from what looked like black caves in its head. The creature changed its whimper to a growl and glared threateningly at Edward. He took a step to the side as the creature lunged forward, holding his blade out, ready to strike. “I will cut you limb from limb,” Edward said quietly, his cool sapphire eyes not moving from the creatures round red ones. “Gorthig.” he said. The creature lifted its head higher, its leather like nostrils sniffing the air. It gave way within a few seconds and clambered back up a tree, making a scathing noise before jumping further off, one arm hanging limp at it’s side. Edward let out a long breath, sheathing his sword and carefully stepping between two dead bushes. He walked on for a few minutes, every now and then hearing a threatening growl but every time keeping his breathing casual and a bare hand on the carved hilt of his sword. He passed a small puddle on the ground and casually kicked a pebble into it, watching the stone sink to the bottom and disappear beneath the mud before lifting up his head and walking on, taking leave of the woods and stepping out onto a large green field. It was obvious how blue the sky was now, and how lush the fields were that spread as far as the eye could see. He closed his eyes for a moment and felt the freedom of space after being so long in the dark, crowded Woods of Forher. He heard a bell ring a few miles off, every dong sounding perfectly with the chirps of two brown sparrows flying by overhead. Edward opened his twinkling eyes and started off again, his dark hair shining in the sun and a smile across his handsome face.<br /><br />It's an exert from a story i started writing last night. Bit droll but that's what you get from a head filled with fairydust. :D<br /><br />Have a happy day and God bless,<br />ElizabethElizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17127182956264186484noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2787058503067994791.post-31112810844040967482008-11-29T03:01:00.000-08:002008-11-29T03:28:50.404-08:00Lost in the Sand Dunes<div style="text-align: center;">!!!ToDaY!!!<br />Sorry... felt like doing that.<br />Today i went for a walk... a long walk. Then later on i went for another walk... an even longer walk. Second walk i took Jack our Labrador with me (as i did the first time) and walked down on the beach till we got to the old jetty... but today i didn't just stop there, i kept going! We kept going till we hit the end of the beach and a magnificent break wall (silly me didn't look back till i came to my senses... which penetrated my skull a bit too late). There was a shortcut back to the street i thought I'd take but mistakenly walked a bit too far and ended up taking a track to the Deep Sea Angling Club (which is where mum and i go sewing on fridays). I know my way from there to home but it was an awfully <span style="font-style: italic;">loooong</span> walk. After sending up a few Hail Mary's i turned around and asked a nice couple walking behind me (whom i had just overtaken) if either of them had a phone on them that i could use (having conveniently forgotten my own). One of them did have a phone (thankyou God) and i called home asking mum to come pick me up. It went something like this:<br /><br />Mum: Hello?<br />Me: Mum?<br />Mum: Yeah?<br />Me: Ma, can you come get me? I'm at the Deep Sea Angling Club.<br />Mum: What are you doing at the Deep Sea Angling Club? How did you get there?<br />Me: *nervous laugh* I walked a bit too far today... Can you come and get me?<br />Mum: You walked a bit too far?<br />Me: Yeah...<br />Mum: *sigh* Coming.<br />Me: Heh... thanks mum.<br /><br />It went a lot better than I thought. I didn't get in trouble. :-D<br />I handed the phone back to the nice man (lol) and they walked off after asking me if she was coming. I walked around for a bit with Jack and must've prayed about half the rosary by the time a white car came down the road. Took about three goes to get Jack into the car (poor boy was tired out). Then I got in the car... i could see mum cringe as the smell of 'wet dog' seeped through the car like thick goo (Did i mention Jack and I had gone for a swim during this long walk?). All in all my legs feel like bolts of lead and my head is balancing ontop of a neck that seems to be giving way every 12 seconds. 14 seconds. 3 seconds. The time varies. Thank goodness i'm not an Alter Server in the morning or I'd be yawning while handing over the wine. Perhaps i'll settle down with 'Voyage of the Dawn Treader' and actually finish it. Is it just me or are C.S. Lewis' books so easy to put down and so hard to pick up? I think the relief of putting down a book comes with Lord of the Flies... and Lord of the Rings. Jane Austen is easier to read then J.R.R. Tolkien.<br /><br />Have a good day all who are reading and God bless.<br />Elizabeth<br /></div>Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17127182956264186484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2787058503067994791.post-22591608087259987842008-11-24T03:49:00.000-08:002008-11-24T05:23:23.619-08:00A Commitment To Loveliness<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wN9J4z-89Rk/SSqezA5biDI/AAAAAAAAARc/hulOZvjO-34/s1600-h/A%2BCommitment.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 143px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wN9J4z-89Rk/SSqezA5biDI/AAAAAAAAARc/hulOZvjO-34/s200/A%2BCommitment.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272200913041983538" border="0" /></a>I've decided to join <a href="http://charmingthebirdsfromthetrees.blogspot.com/2008/11/november-23rd.html">Emma in her commitment to loveliness.</a><br /><br />All you have to do is choose five things that you would like to work on or do during the week that will increase the loveliness in your life!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Here is my list for this week:<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">1. Read Eragon.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">2. Finish my cross-stitch.</span><img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ELIZAB%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-3.jpg" alt="" /><img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ELIZAB%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-4.jpg" alt="" /><img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ELIZAB%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-5.jpg" alt="" /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">3. Paint nails.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">4. Keep the window open when it's raining.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">5. </span><span style="font-style: italic;">Take Jack to the beach.</span><br /><br />If you want to join in just follow the instructions on <a href="http://charmingthebirdsfromthetrees.blogspot.com/"><span style="text-decoration: underline;">Emma's blog</span></a>.<br /><br />God bless,<br />Elizabeth<br /></div>Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17127182956264186484noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2787058503067994791.post-26620406475814161912008-11-23T01:51:00.000-08:002008-11-23T02:07:21.979-08:00Favourite ChapterJohn 6 : 48-59<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">'I am the bread of life. Your ancestors </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">ate the manna in the wilderness, </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">and they died. This is the bread that </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">comes down from heaven, so that one may </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">eat of it and not die. I am the living bread </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">that came down from heaven. Whoever </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">eats of this bread will live for ever; and the </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">bread that I will give for the life of the world </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">is my flesh.'</span><br />The Jews then disputed among themselves,<br />saying, 'How can this man give us his<br />flesh to eat?' So Jesus said to them, <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">'Very </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">truly, I tell you, unless you eat the flesh of </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">the Son of Man and drink his blood, you </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">have no life in you. Those who eat my </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">flesh and drink my blood have eternal life, </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">and I will raise them up on the last day; </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">for my flesh is true food and my blood is </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">true drink. Those who eat my flesh and </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">drink my blood abide in me, and I in them. </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">Just as the living Father sent me, and I live </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">because of the Father, so whoever eats me </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">will live because of me. This is the bread </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">that came down from heaven, not like that </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">which your ancestors ate, and they died. </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">But the one who eats this bread will live </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">for ever.'</span> He said these things while he<br />was teaching in the synagogue at Capernaum.<br /><br /><br /> ^ This chapter I <span style="font-style: italic;">love</span>. ^Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17127182956264186484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2787058503067994791.post-25809902218314640192008-11-21T00:32:00.000-08:002008-11-21T01:10:46.966-08:00Tag<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" >Another little known fact: I'm a Harry Potter fan. Actually, I'm an Administrator on a HP Roleplay forum. Quite fun. Anyway, here's a tag to put on your blog if you like Harry Potter. :-D<br /><br />Favourite book in the series? <span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"> 3 or 7</span><br />Favourite character? <span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">Nymphadora Tonks</span><br />Favourite house? <span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">Ravenclaw</span><br />Favourite teacher? <span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">McGonagall</span><br />Favourite student? <span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">Hermione or Luna</span><br />Black Lake or Shrieking Shack? <span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">Shrieking Shack</span><br />Astronomy Tower or Potions Dungeon? <span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">Astronomy Tower</span><br />Pumpkin Juice or Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans? <span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">Bertie's Beans</span><br />Saint Mungo's or Auror's Office? <span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">Auror's Office</span><br />Fudge or Scrimgeour? <span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">Scrimgeour</span><br />Nymphadora Tonks or Isabelle Lestrange? <span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">Tonks</span><br />Harry Potter or Draco Malfoy? <span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">Harry</span><br />Least favourite subject? <span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">Divination</span><br />Least favourite horcrux? <span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">Nagini</span><br />Least favourite tournament? <span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">Black Lake</span><br />Fleur, Krum or Diggory? <span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">Diggory</span><br />Hipoggrif or Thestral? <span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">Hipoggrif</span><br />Zonko's or Madame Malkin's? <span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"> Zonko's</span><br />Cloak, Stone or Wand? <span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">Cloak</span><br />Luna or Cho? <span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">Luna</span><br />Ron or Neville? <span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">Neville</span><br />Potions or Transfiguration? <span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">Tie</span><br />Ancient Runes or Muggle Studies? <span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"> Ancient Runes</span><br />Care of Magical Creatures or Herbology? <span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">Herbology</span><br />Pure Blood or Muggle? <span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">Muggle</span><br />Cat, Toad or Owl? <span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">Owl</span><br />Library or Great Hall for lunch? <span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">Library</span><br />Final Question: What would you see if you looked at the Mirror of Erised? <span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">All my family together and a family of my own... and a pair of thick woolen socks.</span><br /><br /><br />Hope you like it.<br />God bless,<br />Elizabeth</span><br /></div>Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17127182956264186484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2787058503067994791.post-81127320030417849262008-11-19T02:43:00.000-08:002008-11-19T03:15:30.280-08:00Creative Day<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">Do you ever have one of those emotional days where you feel so drained that that night all you want to do is crumple on the bed and fall to sleep with a lovely lullaby? Sometimes things in life hit you like a torpedo but you wouldn't have missed it for the world. A 50th birthday for example. It seems to hit the person in question with such a force that they feel so old... half a century. However they wouldn't have missed out on all the lovely presents that come with the birthday.</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Note: This isn't written from personal experience. 50 years of age are still another few lifetimes away.</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Today my mother and I went to the beach for... actually i'm not sure how long. It was so lovely to almost fall asleep on the fine white sand, the warming sun beating on your back and the gentle crash of the waves as they hit the shore, the happy barks of dogs as they chased a flying seagull and the gleaming look of shining pippies as they peeped from their hiding places in the sand. I'm so lucky to live so close to the beach...</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">On another subject, i bought a pair of red shoes the other day. RED shoes! For the people out there who don't know, i have a love for shoes. I tried on more shoes today... my favourite store here is a shoe store with a candy shop to the side (i came away with a bag of toffee apples). One pair i tried on were, suprise, red! They did have white polka dots on them though... how cute. I absolutely loved the dark blue pair... *goes off dreaming* Sorry... where were we?</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Another thing we did today: op-shopping. It's quite amazing some of the things you can find. We came away with quite a few new things including Christmas decorations for the upcoming festive holiday and a lovely bedspread (which conveniently happens to fit my bed). There is also a shabby chic candlestick sitting atop my bookshelf. Wonder where that came from... Also picked up some lovely little frames to put up on my wall. Did i mention my brother and i spent most of monday swapping rooms? Tis true! I now have my brothers double wardrobe! Space to put all the plastic tubs that were making my room look like a storage facility. It's amazing how much you accumilate over a year and a half of living in one place.</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Right, off to eat some more toffeeapples now, enjoy your day!</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"> <br /> God bless,</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"> Elizabeth</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">P.S. So far I'm the only Alter Server on Christmas day... *bites nails nervously* Please say a quick prayer that two more will put their names down.</span><br /></div>Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17127182956264186484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2787058503067994791.post-13397304483966598732008-11-14T21:53:00.000-08:002008-11-14T22:23:12.370-08:00Bella<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.bellamoviesite.com/site/"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 141px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wN9J4z-89Rk/SR5pNr6dWTI/AAAAAAAAARM/WHyG8c45QdU/s200/Bella.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268764297917192498" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-size:100%;" >Click on the picture. </span><span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-size:100%;" ><br /></span></div><div style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153); text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >I made a picture for the movie 'Bella'. It's a stand against abortion. Abortion is a horrible act that results in <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">42 million</span> babies being murdered every year.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div><p style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153); text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><b>Number of abortions per year:</b> Approximately 42 Million<b> </b><b><br /> Number of abortions per day: </b>Approximately 115,000</span></p><p style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153); text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;">I encourage you to put this picture on your blog and try to save a life.<br /></span></p><p style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153); text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;">God bless,</span></p><p style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153); text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);">Elizabeth</span></span></span></p>Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17127182956264186484noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2787058503067994791.post-35962795530006898372008-11-09T19:10:00.000-08:002008-11-09T19:49:57.313-08:00Open the hood and get motor-vatedIt's been quite a while since i last wrote on a blog... time flies so quickly.<br /><br />Today is my brother's 16th birthday. Happy Birthday Sam!!! I think my parents are feeling a little old at the moment. I, myself, am feeling slightly odd... to think that in 2-3 years i'll be in Spain!<br /><br />I've recently rearranged my bedroom. Now it no longer looks like an unwelcoming storage facility, but in fact a lovely pink and white retreat (with the storage facility to the side). Many of the pieces still don't match but I'm on the way to a lovely room... younger days of fairies and ballerinas and flying away to be replaced by more refined pieces of the teenager stage. For Christmas (yes were planning), i have requested a new bed. I find the hot pink metal frame that I loved so much at 8, an addition to the room instead of a part of it. As short as this entry is, mental blanks seem to be my specialty and thinking is an overuse of the brain God gave me.<br /><br />God bless,<br />ElizabethElizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17127182956264186484noreply@blogger.com0